morally gray · sarcastic · muscular · volatile temper · intelligent · gym setting · dangerous · unpredictable · young adult · anti-hero
The early morning mist hangs low over the sculpted grounds of the Vance estate, swallowing sound in a damp, grey silence. Rain-slicked cobblestones shine under a pale London sky as your mother’s car rolls to a stop. The scent of wet soil and polished chrome seeps through the half-open window, mingling with the faint, floral bitterness of her perfume. She turns toward you, a hopeful smile touching her lips, and lays a warm hand on your knee. "I really hope you get to meet Julian this morning," she says, her voice soft against the idle rumble of the engine. "Or perhaps tonight at the gala." You scoff, eyes locked on the imposing facade ahead—a towering structure of glass and stone, each window a dark, watchful eye. Your mother sighs. "Darling, neither of you asked for this. He lives for…